Lucifer blinked sluggishly a few times, his sleep addled mind struggling to recall exactly where he was. Seeing the familiar surroundings of Chloe's home he relaxed against the cushions with a soft sigh. He took a moment to savour the quietness, not a sound could be heard and he briefly wondered where everyone was. Closing his eyes he smiled when he realised his headache was gone and he actually felt more like himself, well, not exactly like himself. Lucifer had no idea what his fathers plan was, but he would be making it very clear when this was all over that he was seriously peeved by this turn of events.

Running a hand through his short hair then dragging his palm down over his mouth, he frowned feeling the smooth skin. It was so strange and he hadn't taken a minute to really look at this new form. Not that he wanted to, he didn't plan on being this way for long.

"Hey." Chloe greeted with a quirk of her lips.

Lucifer pushed himself upright and moved so that he sat cross legged and Chloe dropped down on the sofa next to him.

"Hello?" he replied, looking a little unsure.

Chloe smiled brightly and feeling a little braver she slowly raised her hand to his face. His piercing eyes watching her the whole time but he didn't recoil or move away. Sometimes dealing with Lucifer was akin to handling a wounded animal, it took patience and a lot of love for him to trust, yet once you had it the bond was something never to be taken for granted. The Detective felt something tighten within her chest when she finally cupped his cheek and he leaned into her touch, his eyes closing of their own volition and his shoulders sagging. It was almost like all the tension in his body was released. Chloe continued rubbing soothing circles on his skin with her thumb until his eyes once again opened and he gave her the most adorable quirk of his lips, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. She took pity on him and removed her hand, dropping it on to her lap as she continued staring at the young Devil before her.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better." He told her, his fingers unconsciously reaching up to touch the spot where her hand had been. "Much better, thank you."

Chloe felt relieved. He certainly looked better. The dark rings under his eyes had disappeared and the heat that seemed to radiate off him had finally died down. "That's good."

"Is Maze back yet?" he asked, shifting uncomfortably under her scrutinising gaze.

"No, not yet. Look Lucifer, can I ask you something?" Chloe wasn't sure whether to bring it up with everything else going on, but she really wanted to know what happened between Lucifer and his mother. She'd heard him constantly bad mouth his father and all of his decisions in regards to his favourite son, but Lucifer never uttered a word about Her.

He fidgeted with the soft blanket covering his lap and shrugged his shoulders. The action was so reminiscent of a teenager that the Detective couldn't help but chuckle. Lucifer' head snapped up, his eyes narrowed as he stared at her. Why was she laughing at him?

She held up her hands in a placating gesture. "I'm not laughing at you, well I am sort of." Groaning to herself when she realised she wasn't really helping the situation, she noticed his eyebrow raised slightly in question and she tried again to explain. "Sorry, you just looked like a teenager with the petulant half shrug and not wanting to talk. Sometimes, even before all of this, you reminded me of a teen. I guess it's just a little strange seeing you like this."

"For you and me both Detective." He wrapped his arms around his middle as if he could somehow protect himself from this conversation and finally lifted his head meeting her inquisitive gaze. "What would you like to know?"

"What happened between you and your mother? You never speak of her, and to be honest I didn't even know she existed. She isn't mentioned anywhere, is she?"

Lucifer shook his head sadly. "No, my father made sure no one would remember her. Her name was never written, never uttered out loud, he wanted to punish her just like he did with me, although in completely opposite ways."

"What happened?"

Leaning back against the cushions, the Devil made himself more comfortable before looking at Chloe. He knew she was curious, that she didn't mean any harm with her question but it dredged up a lot of things that Lucifer had kept locked away for millennia. Taking a stuttering breath he was about to speak when she reached over and gripped his hand tightly, her blue eyes filled with concern.

"You don't have to tell me Lucifer. I'm sorry I brought it up." She wanted to kick herself for putting that devastated expression on his face.

"It's okay Chloe. Maybe it's time that I finally told someone what happened. Then you'll know just what a terrible son I am and why I deserved my punishment in hell."

He was shocked when she gripped his shoulders and stared deeply into his eyes. "You didn't deserve that, Lucifer."

"You don't even know what happened?" He said, his voice wavering.

"I know you. You are a good man, Lucifer. A little lost maybe, but certainly not bad or evil." She hoped he took her words to heart, because he needed to believe that he wasn't what everyone else thought he was. The Devil, the bringer of sin, the corrupter of innocents. Chloe had seen him for who he really was, a kind and gentle man, one who was fiercely protective of those he considered a friend and who would risk his life to save someone he cared for. He may also have no filter for what came out of his mouth most of the time and be completely inappropriate, but he had a heart of gold that couldn't be questioned.

A single tear rolled down his cheek and dropped silently on to the thin blanket. "Why do you have such faith in me Chloe? I don't understand it. Not when my own family have shunned me for eons. What could you possibly see that they don't?"

Chloe reached over and wiped away the tears that followed and bit down on her lip to keep herself from crying. It really didn't help that he looked like a little kid who needed protection. Before all this she just thought he acted like a petulant teenager but she was starting to see just how affected he'd been by the treatment of his father and his siblings. It all came down to him wanting to be accepted by his family for being himself. He wasn't a monster, he was a victim.

"I see you, Lucifer. Not the Devil, not the fallen angel or even the playboy, club owner. I just see you. My friend and partner. We'll get through this together." She couldn't keep the surprise from her face when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her. Smiling she gripped him tightly, relishing this rare moment of vulnerability he was showing her. "I promise."

He nodded against her and briefly wondered what the hell was wrong with him. Had being changed to this made him more human? He was certainly crying more. Using his powers drained him far more quickly than they ever had before. And Maze had said something about it being harder for her to track him. Maybe he should ask Amenadiel, the angel must have heard of his predicament. Those feathered freaks were the worst gossipers. Couldn't keep a secret to save their lives.

Lucifer finally pulled back to stare at the woman opposite him and wondered what he'd done to deserve someone so pure, so compassionate and trustworthy in his life. Sometimes he thought he might taint her, that his darkened soul would rub off on her yet it seemed to be the other way about. Chloe's light, her purity was a balm on his tortured soul and she was slowly mending him. Making him almost feel whole for the first time in his entire existence. He didn't think there was a word that could possibly describe what she'd given back to him.

Taking her hands he swallowed thickly, he'd never tried this before and wasn't entirely sure it would work but he wanted to give her something back. "Close your eyes Chloe."

She stared unblinkingly at him. "Huh?"

"I want to show you something." He gave her a small smile and squeezed her fingertips. "It won't hurt, I promise."

She'd never doubted him before and she wasn't about to start now. With a short nod she closed her eyes and waited. For a minute there was nothing and she was about to ask what he was trying to do when there was a flash of bright light and even though her eyes were closed she squeezed them tightly together as if it would somehow dim the brightness.

"Don't fight it Chloe, just relax." His voice was soothing and she eventually let herself go. For a second it almost felt like she was falling, that weightless feeling filling her body.

Chloe opened her eyes and looked around her. She wasn't in her house anymore but standing on a hill overlooking the most magnificent palace she had ever laid her eyes on. It was bigger than anything she'd seen on earth and it stretched up as far as the eye could see. It almost seemed to shimmer like a mirage that would disappear if you looked away from it and Chloe did her best not to blink just in case it did.

"This was my home."

Spinning to the voice next to her she couldn't help but smile when she saw her Lucifer. Her confident, immaculately dressed, grin as sinful as ever; Lucifer. She had missed him. Without thinking too much she embraced him tightly and smiled when his arms encircled her slight frame.

"It's beautiful, Lucifer." She pulled back to stare up at him. "Why are you showing me this?"

He suddenly looked bashful and stared down at his shoes. "I didn't know how else to say thank you."

"Thank you for what? I haven't done anything."

Lucifer's head snapped up, his gaze incredulous. "You have done more than you could ever know, Chloe. This may have been my home, but you have given me another and that is something I never thought I'd have ever again." He gestured to the silver Palace behind her. "I wanted to show you what I'd lost so you would know just how much you mean to me. If given the choice I would give all of this up in a second, if it meant I got to meet you again."

Chloe swallowed, her voice almost a squeak. "Really?"

He smiled brightly and grasped her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of her fingers. "Of course. You make me-," He frowned as he tried to find the right word. "Better?"

With tears shimmering in her eyes she hugged him a second time. "Thank you," she whispered against his chest, the steady thump of his heart against her ear was soothing her, and she found she didn't want to leave his comforting embrace.

"No, thank you." He brought his hand up to rest on the back of her head, just holding her and wished they didn't have to go back but he couldn't keep this up much longer. "We better get back."

"Okay," she said somewhat reluctantly.

She didn't even have time for one final look before she was blinking at the sudden brightness again and then focusing on the young Lucifer in front of her. He smiled sadly, those dark eyes full of so much heartache and Chloe couldn't fathom how this kid was supposed to be the Devil. Her thoughts derailed when she noticed blood leaking from his nose and over his lip.

"Lucifer!" she reached for the box of tissues on the table and handed him one.

His eyes widened in shock but he took the tissue with a nod of thanks and pressed it to his nose. It soaked through in seconds and Chloe decided it might be best to hand him the box. He scrunched up a few and hoped it would be enough. What was happening to him?

"What's going on Lucifer? And please, don't lie to me." Chloe pleaded.

"I'm not sure, but I think I'm going to need to speak with my brother. You couldn't call for him could you?"

Chloe was about to ask why she needed to call for his sibling when the youngster passed out, again.